Title: Double Trouble
Author: kimberlite
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine/American Psycho
Pairing: Curt/Arthur/Patrick
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Please ask first
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys belong to Todd Haynes and
Mary Harron, not me.
Thank you: To Alex for encouraging beta.
Summary: Arthur meets his double.
Feedback: Yes, please, to kimberlite@cox.net

Double Trouble

Arthur entered the apartment, tossing his keys on the side-table. Leaving his bag under the table, he hung his jacket in the closet and emerged ready to look for Curt. Peeking into the living room and kitchen but not finding him, Arthur proceeded to the music studio but still no Curt. Well, at least he'd pretty much narrowed his search to the bedroom or the bathroom.

Entering the bedroom, Arthur discovered a large lump in the center of the bed. Laughing quietly to himself, Arthur approached the bed looking for any sign of Curt. It continually amazed him that Curt could sleep completely under the covers like this. Usually he only did it when he slept alone, but occasionally Arthur would wake up to find Curt snuggled under the blankets with his head on Arthur's thigh.
Not that he minded -- he just didn't want Curt to suffocate.

Peeling down the comforter, Arthur slowly uncovered Curt, finding him naked, curled in on himself, arms around knees. He looked so incredibly young and defenseless, like there should be a protective eggshell around him or something. Slipping out of his shoes, Arthur eased himself onto the bed behind Curt, reaching out to stroke the long blond hair off his face.

"Curt, love, I'm home," Arthur murmured softly, not wanting to awaken him abruptly. Touching Curt more firmly, Arthur stroked his hand along Curt's arm and down to his thigh.

Curt uncurled himself lazily, stretching to mold his warm body against Arthur's, purring and arching into his lover. Groaning quietly, Curt responded to the feather-light kisses being sprinkled along his shoulder blades. "Mm, glad you're back, missed you."

"So you decided to take a nap so it would feel like I was home sooner?" Arthur teased.

Twisting around to face Arthur, Curt smiled angelically. "Well, it worked didn't it?"

Arthur was saved from replying as Curt's mouth moved over his lips. Gently parting them with his tongue, Curt deepened the kiss, rubbing his body sinuously along Arthur's. It felt so good to hold Arthur, to taste him, to possess him.

Finally Curt pulled back, pushing hair from his face so he could see Arthur, lips glistening, face flushed. Once again the reality of having this man in his life, in his bed, in his heart, hit Curt. How had he been so lucky?

Sensing Curt's thoughts, Arthur traced his fingers over Curt's cheek. "Love you so much, Curt. Love you, want you, need you." Arthur tenderly kissed Curt's forehead.

"Yes, me too." Curt tilted his head so Arthur's lips traveled past his nose and back to his mouth. They kissed and cuddled, leisurely building their arousal. Once again, Arthur was awed by the care Curt showed when they made love. Curt, always so intense, so energetic, was a wild creature gentled by Arthur's touch. Not domesticated, for his wild passions were often given free rein, but occasionally controlled, softened.

Curt slowly undressed Arthur, running his hands and mouth over each newly exposed expanse of skin. By the time Arthur was bare, he was quivering with anticipation, desperate for more intimate contact.

Curt grinned up at Arthur while massaging his calves. Arthur was so beautifully responsive to the slightest touch. Dipping his head, Curt licked his way up Arthur's leg, settling himself between Arthur's spread thighs. Instead of going down on Arthur's cock, Curt leaned up to nibble Arthur's nipples, tightening them into tiny peaks.

Arthur gasped, bucking his hips and bringing their erections together. Tangling his hands in Curt's silky hair, Arthur drew his head up and sucked on Curt's lower lip. Finally releasing it, Arthur whispered against Curt's mouth, "What do you want, love? How do you want me?"

"Want you, any way I can get you." Curt laughed, wriggling against Arthur.

"Well, that's not very specific." Arthur moved his hands down Curt's back, stroking along his spine. Reaching the small of Curt's back, Arthur began rubbing firm circles with his fingers.

Purring with pleasure, Curt replied, "You're the reporter, love. You have to ask the right question and then follow up on the response."

"Okay, let's start with a general question. Do you want to fuck me?" Arthur smiled to himself as Curt tensed at his blunt question.

Breathing in shallow little pants, Curt managed to grate out, "Yes."

"Do you want to cover me with your body, envelop me, control me?" Arthur felt flushed, as if heat were rising from his skin in waves, distorting the air around him.

"Yes." Curt flowed with the image Arthur's accented words conjured up. He couldn't help responding to Arthur's rising excitement.

"Do you want to take me hard, imprint yourself on my body?"

"Yes." Curt thrust his hips, dragging his cock against Arthur's hard length, sparks of intense sensation shooting between their writhing bodies.

"Do you want to thrust your huge cock deep up my ass, feel me tight around you?" Arthur wasn't sure he could hang on much longer.

"Fuck yes," Curt groaned, also losing the fight against the powerful need for release.

"Do you want..." Arthur's question went unasked as he stiffened and plummeted into orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Feeling Arthur's seed warm and wet between them, Curt thrust once more then gave in to the waves of pleasure washing over him.

Carefully lifting his weight off Arthur, Curt rolled gracefully onto his back. Needing to cool down, but not wanting to abandon Arthur completely, Curt reached for his hand, entwining their fingers.

After a minute to calm down and catch their breath, Curt trailed his free hand through the wetness on Arthur's stomach. Bringing his fingers to his lips, Curt's tongue flicked out to taste their combined passion. Grinning wickedly at Arthur, Curt said, "See, I knew you could ask the right question. What did you think of the answer?"

Still shaking with small aftershocks, Arthur looked into Curt's expressive face and said emphatically, "Smashing."

*****

Dinner was relaxed, their conversation drifting amicably to several topics. When Curt asked Arthur how his meeting with the police detective had gone, Arthur suddenly remembered what he had wanted to tell Curt. "Oh, I meant to tell you this before we got distracted." The lilting grin on Arthur's lips indicated how little he minded getting sidetracked. "I got some good background information for my story, but the really interesting thing was the detective, Kimball."

Curt continued eating but kept his focus on Arthur. "What about the detective?"

"He acted rather funny when I introduced myself, sort of confused. I'd talked to him on the phone a couple times before and he always seemed levelheaded. When I asked him if anything was wrong, he told me I looked just like someone he knew."

"Really, that's interesting." Curt waited, knowing that Arthur had more to say.

"Yeah, I didn't think much of it, but he kept staring at me, watching me while I asked questions about his case. It got to be really creepy. Finally I asked him who I looked like and why he was so fascinated."

Curt laughed. "What did he say?"

"You're not going to believe this. He said it was a witness in the case, a business associate of the missing man."

"That's really weird."

"Yeah, Kimball didn't go as far as saying he was a suspect, but I got the impression that he was keeping his eye on the guy." Arthur sipped his iced tea, silently contemplating the universe.

Curt cleared their dishes into the sink before drawing Arthur onto the living room sofa. "It's an intriguing thought -- two of you." Curt let his eyes run over Arthur's body, cataloging the features that he loved.

"Oh, no. Don't tell me you have twin fantasies," Arthur teased, trying to sound horrified but failing to pull it off.

Curt gave Arthur a feral grin. "I've probably had every fantasy you could imagine."

Feeding off the animal magnetism radiating from Curt, Arthur ventured, "So you might, theoretically, be interested in fucking me and my double."

"I'm always interesting in fucking you. And I'd, theoretically, be interesting in fucking two of you. But in reality, however much someone looks like you, he's not you, so I'm not really interested."

Arthur gave Curt an evil look. "But the idea itself is a turn on?"

Curt returned the look. "Oh, yeah."

*****

Several days later, Detective Kimball called the office asking if Arthur could drop by the station to talk. Interested to find out what he wanted, Arthur changed his plans for the afternoon and went to see the detective.

*****

When Arthur stepped into the apartment later that day a blast of music immediately alerted him to Curt's location. Entering the studio, Arthur leaned against the door, watching Curt's fingers move along the neck of his electric guitar. Head down and attention completely focused inward, Curt didn't notice Arthur. Listening to the intricate jam, Arthur tried to identify the music. He knew right away it was the Grateful Dead, but...oh, 'Dark Star,' that was it. Nice.

When the song ended, Curt noticed Arthur. Turning off the tape, Curt set the guitar in a stand and turned off his amp before moving into Arthur's arms and dropping a light kiss on his lips. "Hey, you're back early. How was your day?"

"Interesting. I talked to that detective again." Arthur wrapped his arms around Curt, pulling him closer and kissing him thoroughly. He loved holding and being held by Curt.

Dragging himself off Arthur, Curt gasped shakily. "If you want to tell me about the detective, you'll have to stop touching me. It's embarrassing how easily you reduce me to a quivering mass of need."

Arthur laughed, a shimmering of pleasure shooting through him at Curt's playful admission. "Certainly wouldn't want to do that, mate."

Sitting at the kitchen table, Curt sipped coffee while Arthur made tea. When they were sitting across from each other, Arthur continued his story. "Kimball called me into his office. He wants me to met Patrick Bateman, the guy I look like."

Startled, Curt raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

"He's getting weird vibes from the guy. He thinks either Bateman knows more than what he's saying, or that he's just a bit crazy and not really involved. He's leery about pressing too hard so he wants something to shake things up and he thought meeting me might do that."

Curt's eyes had gotten darker at Arthur's explanation. "So let me get this straight. He wants to throw you in the path of a possible murder suspect or at best some fucking psycho."

Shaking his head, Arthur said, "It's not as bad as you make it sound, Curt. I have an appointment with him tomorrow at his office. It's a public place, he's not going to do anything."

"I still don't like it. This detective is using you." Curt's expression was stony.

"No more than I'm using him to get information for my story. I was going to have to settle for detailing an old case, but if this works out, I could use the new case. It would be a much better story." Arthur looked stubborn.

Curt sighed in exasperation. "I don't like the thought of you in danger."

Arthur sighed right back. "It's not dangerous. And you can't protect me all the time. I'm a reporter, so sometimes I'll end up in dangerous situations. It's just the way it is."

Curt got up and wrapped his arms around Arthur from behind, whispering in Arthur's ear, "That still doesn't mean I have to like it, love."

Turning slightly so he could reach Curt's lips, Arthur kissed him lightly, saying, "I know. I promise I'll be careful."

*****

My secretary Jean comes into my office looking flustered, or at least more so than usual. I click off my Walkman, wondering what could possibly be important enough to bother me with now.

The answer walks in behind Jean and I do a double take -- literally. Jean looks back and forth between us before saying, "This is Arthur Stuart, from the Herald."

God, the Herald. I read the Wall Street Journal and the New York Times. But that isn't important now. This guy looks like me -- a poor version of me. His clothes are inexpensive and ill fitting. He obviously doesn't work out as much as I do, and his hair is cut badly but still a little too long. But the face, even though it is clear he doesn't care for his skin as I do, his face looks like mine.

After a lengthy pause, I stand up and walk around my desk to shake hands with this man. Jean slips out of my office, closing the door behind her, leaving me to face this new situation. "Hello, Arthur. Please sit down, what can I do for you?"

I move gracefully back to my chair, but I am stunned. When we touched hands, I'd felt a jolt of electricity run up my arm. I felt connected to this pathetic copy of myself it a way whole unfamiliar, and slightly terrifying.

"I'm really sorry to bother you like this." His voice is softly accented, British. He seems shy but fascinated by me. "I'm not here as a reporter. Someone I met confused me with you and said we looked exactly alike. I couldn't help wanting to meet you."

I smile, feeling his admiration for me. He can clearly see how successful I am and is impressed. I decide to be gracious. "That's understandable. It is remarkable how similar we look."

We engage in small talk for a few minutes. It is clear to me that we have absolutely nothing in common. Finally he offers me his card and thanks me for my time. Seeing the poor quality of the card stock and the inferior lettering, I offer him one of mine, basking in the knowledge of my superior quality.

After he leaves, I turn my Walkman back on.

*****

Arthur had barely opened the apartment door before Curt bounded over to him. "You okay?" Even after a visual sweep, Curt looked like he needed verbal reassurance.

"Yeah, everything went fine. No problems." Arthur hugged Curt, nipping his neck.

Curt helped Arthur out of his jacket. "What did you think of him?"

Drifting into the living room, Arthur said, "Well, we certainly look alike. It was pretty weird, actually. He was nice enough, but I got the impression he was looking down at me."

Curt growled. "I don't like him already."

Arthur laughed quietly. "Get your hackles down. He didn't say anything bad, it was just a feeling. I sort of felt sorry for him. Beside, he came off arrogant, but he's probably just insecure."

Curt shook his head. "Sometimes you are way too nice."

"But that's what you love about me." Arthur smiled sweetly.

Curt tackled Arthur, pushing him into the cushions of the couch. "Yeah, that's one of the reasons."

*****

The next day, Arthur called Kimball and gave him a rundown on his meeting. The detective promised to keep Arthur up to date on the investigation. Turning to another project, Arthur assumed he'd heard the last of Patrick Bateman for awhile.

*****

I'm losing control. After the first time, I thought I could control myself, but it's gotten worse. Each time it gets easier. I'm overwhelmed by the need to strike out, prove to myself that I'm in charge, prove my superiority.

And then there's Arthur. I've considered him quite a bit since I met him. Part of me is fascinated by the though of his existence, wanting to see him again, wanting to control him. But another part of me is annoyed that he exists. I'm not sure I like having an inferior copy of myself out there for all to see. I'll have to consider this more before I take action.

*****

Curt was in the kitchen making dinner when Arthur got home. Coming up behind him, Arthur slid his arms around Curt's hips, pulling him back into his body. Nuzzling Curt's ear, Arthur murmured, "You look so deliciously domestic, love. I want to bend you over the counter and shag you senseless."

"Your wish is my command." Curt braced his hands on the counter and wiggled his ass against Arthur. "But dinner is ready now, and it won't be any good if it sits."

Laughing, Arthur kissed Curt's neck and then stepped back, freeing Curt to finish dinner preparation. "Wouldn't want your hard work to go to waste."

"Cooking is actually very relaxing." Curt set out their plates and joined Arthur at the table.

"And very creative," Arthur said as he surveyed the meal before him.

"Just try it, you always like it." Curt grinned, challenging him.

"Yes, I always like whatever you give me." Arthur grinned back saucily.

After dinner, Arthur washed the dishes while Curt dried them. Cooking might be relaxing to Curt, but cleaning up wasn't as much fun. Arthur had initially laughed at Curt's excuses to get out of cleaning up. But when Curt had told him soaking his hands softened his calluses and made playing guitar more difficult, Arthur had relented immediately.

Elbow deep in warm water and soapsuds, Arthur was helpless to Curt's teasing touches. Laughing and playing along, Arthur almost forgot to tell Curt his news. "Patrick Bateman called me today."

Curt's hands stilled, no longer trying to work their way inside Arthur's pants. "What did he want?" Curt's voice was controlled and quiet.

The change in tone made Arthur wary, but he was determined to be honest and up front with Curt. "He wants to have lunch with me."

"What did you tell him?"

"Yes."

Curt removed his hands from Arthur, brushing his hair back impatiently. Before leaving the kitchen, Curt said, "I don't like it."

Sighing, Arthur rinsed and dried his arms before following after Curt. He hated being at odds with Curt. They really needed to talk this out before it became a bigger problem. Finding Curt sitting on the couch staring at the wall, Arthur sat next to him and took his hand. "Curt, love, it's just lunch. Why are you so upset?"

Rubbing his fingers along Arthur's hand, Curt turned to look at his lover. "He may be dangerous. I couldn't deal with anything bad happening to you."

Arthur raised Curt's hand to his lips, kissing the callused fingertips. "Nothing bad is going to happen to me. I won't be alone with him."

"Why is this so important to you?"

"I want my story to be as good as it can be."

"Are you sure that's the only reason you want to see Bateman again?" Curt asked, trying not to look as insecure as he felt.

Arthur tightened his grip on Curt's hand. "What does that mean?"

"Well, we were talking about fucking him." Curt sounded slightly defensive.

Drawing a startled breath, Arthur looked straight into Curt's eyes. "Theoretically. We were talking about theoretically fucking him. I thought we were teasing each other."

"So I'm supposed to believe that the idea of fucking yourself doesn't hold any interest?" Curt looked hurt.

"I'll grant you the idea is interesting. But, like you told me, in reality Bateman's not me so any physical resemblance is just that, physical. I love you, Curt. I love fucking you. I love being fucked by you. I love spending time with you. I don't need anyone else." Arthur tried to project his confidence.

Curt lowered his head, hiding behind his hair. "I'm sorry. I'm acting like a fucking jealous idiot. I love you so much it's frightening. I don't want you to get hurt, but I also don't want you to like this guy."

Smiling, Arthur said, "I promise you, Bateman is no threat to us."

Curt lifted his head and moved closer, brushing Arthur's lips with his fingertips. "Love you."

Arthur pushed Curt onto his back and lay on top of him, bringing their mouths together. "Love you, too." The kiss deepened quickly, jealousy, desperation and pain flowing out of them.

Gasping for breath, Arthur said, "Besides, I'd never fuck him unless you were with me and wanted to also."

Curt's cock leapt at Arthur's words. "Okay, only if it's the three of us."

*****

I can't get him out of my mind. I need to see him again, be sure of how I feel. I need to find a solution to this vexing question of Arthur. He said he'd have lunch with me. I'll make reservations somewhere nice, where my good taste will be obvious. Maybe the classic elegance of Le Cirque would do...

*****

"I didn't even know you had one, but you look fantastic in a suit." Curt stalked around Arthur, admiring him.

Arthur's eyes glinted with mischief. "If you like this, you should see me in a tux."

Curt stood very still for a moment before continuing his inspection. "It's not nice to tease me like that."

"So you like the more formal version as well as the casual one."

"Oh, yeah."

"Mm, definitely something to consider."

Arthur walked out of the bedroom with Curt trailing him. Now that he was ready to leave, he felt a bit nervous. Taking a deep breath, Arthur grabbed his wallet and keys before turning to Curt. "Well, I'll see you later."

Curt lifted his hand, running it through Arthur's hair and down to his shoulder. "Be careful. I'll be at my office this afternoon, so if there's any problem you know where to find me, okay?"

"Okay. Try not to worry, everything will be fine." Arthur kissed Curt softly. "Love you."

Letting Arthur go, Curt whispered, "Love you, too."

*****

I'm pleased when we are led to an excellent table. Bruno, the maitre d' is overjoyed to see me. Some of the diners stare at us as we walk past, but they are clearly captivated by the sight of two handsome men so I let it pass.

Arthur is very appreciative and attentive. I think he likes me. I'm not sure if I like him. He seems a bit weak, maybe even innocent. He'd never survive on the Street.

I'm glad for the chance to observe him. I still haven't decided what to do, but now I have more data. I'll deal with this soon.

*****

Arthur dropped by Curt's office after lunch, hoping to reassure him. When Curt saw who had entered, he jumped up from his desk and pulled Arthur into his arms. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Arthur took a moment to soak up the heat of Curt's embrace, filling himself with the love that ran hot between them.

"That didn't sound very convincing. What happened?" Curt pulled back so he could see Arthur's face. There was a tension beneath the pale skin that was normally absent.

"Everything was going fine, we were having a nice lunch. He talked a lot about how successful his was and what he owned, but I think he was trying to reassure himself as much as impress me." Arthur stopped for a moment and Curt stroked his face trying to give comfort.

"That attitude sounds on par for him. What went wrong?"

"He asked me a few personal questions. I hadn't thought about how he'd react. I told him a friend was playing music at a neat club tomorrow night and asked if he wanted to join me."

Curt tensed and said incredulously, "You invited him out?"

"Well, he seems so stressed. He's struggling with something. I don't think he's involved with the disappearance, I just think he's unhappy."

"And when did you get a degree in psychology?" Curt couldn't help the bite in his voice.

Arthur sighed. "I've spent a lot of time observing people, and being unhappy. I can recognize it in him."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like that. I do trust your judgement."

"It's okay. Right now I'm not sure if I trust my judgement."

"Why?"

"We started to talk about music. The guy really likes to analyze music, but he has awful taste. I didn't get many words in, but somehow he picked up on our relationship. It completely freaked him out."

Curt gave a hard smile. "He reacted badly to finding out you had a boyfriend. That could be taken two ways."

Arthur groaned. "I don't think so. He seemed fairly horrified. It ended lunch rather effectively."

"Well, at least is sounds like he won't be showing up to the gig." Curt tried not to sound too smug.

"I guess not."

"But his reaction bugs you."

"Yeah, I still can't believe people can be so cruel and narrow-minded. I know I shouldn't be surprised, but it still hurts."

Curt moved close again, enveloping Arthur. "I know, love. Don't let him get to you. We know how happy we are together. It sounds like he's the one who should be jealous of you."

*****

I'm furious with Luis. How dare he have a business card that is better than mine. After he goes into the men's room I follow, pulling on my leather gloves. I need to reestablish my dominance. I long to feel his scrawny neck beneath my hands, feel him struggle for breath, feel his helplessness.

I can't believe it. I'm about to kill him and he thinks I'm making a pass at him. This is not happening. I've got to get out of here.

*****

Arthur sat alone at a small table watching Curt perform. The room was hot and smoky, filled with people drinking and dancing and enjoying the music. Seeing Curt in his element was an immense pleasure. Curt put his entire self into the music and dared the audience to come along with him.

Arthur was always slightly embarrassed by his reaction to Curt on stage. He turned into a complete fanboy, taken by the raw sexual energy pouring from Curt. It didn't matter how many times he saw the band, this side of Curt instantly made him hot and hard.

Curt loved getting this reaction from Arthur. After he played, he was always so hyped and Arthur's desires perfectly matched his own. Their after-a-gig sex was primal, rough, wild fucking.

Arthur sat quietly at his table, drinking a beer and trying to control his arousal. Curt made it so difficult, delighting in subtly tormenting him. Arthur caressed Curt with his eyes, trying to reflect his excitement back to Curt.

Abruptly Arthur's attention was diverted from Curt as Patrick Bateman sat down next to him. He looked flustered. Instead of the expensive suit, Patrick was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. Arthur was really shocked to see him like this.

After a few minutes, Patrick leaned next to Arthur, raising his voice over the music. "Thought I'd go slumming tonight."

Oh, this was not good. Arthur knew Curt would not like the situation. But maybe this was what Patrick needed. Maybe getting away from the pressures of his normal life would be good for him. Maybe Arthur could help.

They sat together, silently watching Curt and his band. Patrick divided his attention between Curt and Arthur. After the encore, the club lights went up and people started to head for the door. Arthur turned to Patrick. "Let me introduce you to Curt."

Nodding, Patrick got up and followed Arthur to the stage. Curt was surrounded by a bunch of fans, each wanting to bask in Curt's glow. When Curt saw Arthur, he excused himself and went over to him. He kept his face neutral when he recognized Bateman. Taking Arthur in a tight hug, Curt kissed Arthur deeply, marking his territory.

Curt's touch enflamed Arthur, but he tried to control his reaction. Stepping slightly back, Arthur said, "Curt, I'd like you to meet Patrick Bateman. Patrick, this is Curt Wild."

The two men assessed each other over their handshake. Sparks seemed to leap off of them. Curt was clearly not impressed with Bateman. The feeling was mutual. Arthur stood between them feeling awkward.

Cutting straight to the point, Curt asked, "Why are you here?"

Patrick looked slightly perplexed by the question. "I wanted to see Arthur again."

"Well, you've seen him. Now get lost."

Arthur watched Patrick's face flush. "I don't want to go."

Curt turned to talk to one of the other band members for a moment. Then he grabbed Arthur's hand and started for the door. "Well, come on then, Patrick," Curt sneered.

They were silent as they walked back to the apartment. Curt unlocked the door and turned on a light. Patrick followed Arthur into the living room as Curt shut the door. There didn't seem to be words for this situation.

Curt gave Patrick a long look before reaching for Arthur, pulling him into an embrace and kissing him wetly. Arthur moaned at the contact. Stepping back, Curt growled, "Want him?"

Patrick's voice was barely a whisper. "Yes."

Arthur looked through the shadows to see Curt's face, silently asking for and receiving permission. Moving close to Patrick, Arthur touched his face and then brought his lips to meet those of his double.

Patrick stiffened at the initial contact, but slowly relaxed as Arthur's mouth and hands moved over him. Arthur reassured, "It's okay, let us make you feel good."

Curt smiled at Arthur's words. Even in the midst of this insanity, Arthur was trying to make Patrick feel better. Watching Arthur kissing Patrick was an amazing turn on. Curt found that it didn't matter what he thought of Patrick, he was as beautiful as Arthur, and seeing the two entwined was breathtaking.

When Arthur stepped back, Curt took his place, daring Patrick to kiss him. It was interesting, Curt noted, that they tasted different, unique despite the similarities. Once committed, Patrick met his touches, exploring his body boldly. Now it was Arthur's turn to stare at the men before him.

Curt dragged the t-shirt over Patrick's head, dropping it to the floor. Patrick was perfectly tanned and definitely well muscled. Arthur took his shirt off and came over behind Patrick, kissing his shoulders and touching the smooth skin of his back.

Overcome by the sensations flowing through him, Patrick surrendered to the hands moving over him, stripping him of his clothing and his resistance. It felt so good to give up control, to let someone else take command.

When they were all naked and panting, Arthur kissed his way down Patrick's chest and stomach to his cock. Simultaneously, Curt kissed his way down Patrick's back to his ass. The dual assault of warm, wet tongues was intense, and Patrick cried out his pleasure. Before he could come, Curt and Arthur backed off, wanting to prolong his arousal.

Arthur lay down on his back on the carpet, motioning for Patrick to join him. Curt rummaged through the coffee table drawer, finding a convenient stash of condoms and lube. Arthur and Patrick were kissing and rubbing against each other when Curt joined them.

Arthur rolled them onto their sides, giving Curt access. Working a slick finger up Arthur's ass, Curt watched the two identical men move with each other, gasping and groaning. When Arthur was ready, Curt removed his fingers and sat back.

Rolling onto his back, Arthur spread his legs, bending his knees and holding himself open. Patrick moved between his legs intent on possession. Curt intercepted him, rolling on a condom and adding lube before allowing him to cover Arthur.

Patrick thrust into Arthur in one deep stroke. Arthur accepted him, feeling the delicious burn of penetration. After a few thrusts, Patrick froze. Arthur focused on Patrick, soothing him with his hands as Curt worked his fingers up Patrick's ass. "Relax, it will feel fantastic."

As if to confirm Arthur's prediction, Curt rubbed Patrick's prostate, creating incredible sensations. Replacing his fingers with his cock, Curt slowly pushed inside Patrick. When he was fully sheathed, Curt pulled out and began thrusting. Slowly they moved together, finding a rhythm, building their passion.

The air was filled with the sounds of flesh moving on flesh, and soft whimpers punctuated by louder cries. The intensity was so great it couldn't last. Patrick convulsed inside Arthur, triggering a chain reaction of orgasms.

Sweaty and drained, they broke apart, lying panting on the floor. Curt used his shirt to clean them up a bit. The silence that had been charged with sexual tension became uncomfortable in the aftermath.

Suddenly, Patrick moved, reaching for his clothes and hurriedly dressing. "I've got to go," he said, fleeing out the apartment door.

Watching Patrick's retreat, Arthur rolled over into Curt's arms, burying his head against Curt's chest.

Curt petted Arthur, trying to reassure both of them. "It was just a fuck."

*****

I can't sleep. I'm exhausted, confused, but I can't sleep. I wander the darkened city streets trying to reconcile the events of the evening with everything I thought I believed. It makes no sense.

I need to be in control again. And I know how to do it.